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Published in September 19th 2006 the book become immediate popular and critical acclaim in historical, historical fiction books. The main characters of Imperium novel are Marcus Tullius Tiro, Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus. The book has been awarded with Booker Prize, Edgar Awards and many others. One of the Best Works of Robert Harris. published in multiple languages including English, consists of 480 pages and is available in Paperback format for offline reading. Imperium PDF Details. Author: Robert Harris Book Format: Paperback Original Title: Imperium Number Of Pages: 480 pages First Published in: September 19th 2006 Latest Edition: July 5th 2007 Series: #1 Language: English Generes: Historical, Historical Fiction, Fiction, Historical, Politics, Cultural, Italy, Thriller, Audiobook, Novels, Roman, Classics, Main Characters: Marcus Tullius Tiro, Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus, Marcus Licinius Crassus, Marcus Antonius, Publius Clodius Pulcher Formats: audible mp3, ePUB(Android), kindle, and audiobook. Other Books From Cicero Series. The book can be easily translated to readable Russian, English, Hindi, Spanish, Chinese, Bengali, Malaysian, French, Portuguese, Indonesian, German, Arabic, Japanese and many others. Please note that the characters, names or techniques listed in Imperium is a work of fiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only, except for biography and other cases. we do not intend to hurt the sentiments of any community, individual, sect or religion. DMCA and Copyright : Dear all, most of the website is community built, users are uploading hundred of books everyday, which makes really hard for us to identify copyrighted material, please contact us if you want any material removed. Imperium Read Online. Please refresh (CTRL + F5) the page if you are unable to click on View or Download buttons. Putting the past together. Ever since Walter Scott wrote Waverley, the dominant tradition of the historical novel has been one of obsessive realism. Why this should be so is no great mystery. By and large, only novelists who take drug culture as their theme, or perhaps a poverty-stricken upbringing in Ireland, feel under greater pressure to demonstrate the authenticity of their material. This, for historical novelists who do not push their settings too far back in time, can often prove a positive inspiration. Robert Harris, writing about Bletchley Park in his thriller Enigma, was evoking a period when the fashion in English fiction had itself been broadly realist. Not only did this provide him with a ready supply of juicy period detail, it also justified the recycling of it. A genre, after all, is as much a product of its time as anything else. A novel set in 1940s England has every right to be as realist as it likes. But what about fiction set in the more distant past? We have plenty of literature from the pre-modern era, but it is often of limited value to writers working in the realist tradition. Indeed, in most periods of ancient history, there isn't much of a reality to be realist about. The most surefire solution to this problem, because also the most brutal, is simply to embrace anachronism - what might be termed the Up Pompeii approach. The modern exemplar of this is Lindsey Davis, and her hugely entertaining Falco novels. Flavian Rome may provide the backdrop, but there is never any doubt that Falco himself, for all his togas, is a thoroughly modern private eye. Indeed, since the genre of the detective novel is a modern one, it is hard to imagine what a credibly ancient private eye might be like. Harris, whose first three novels were set in the 20th century, played things similarly safe when he too moved back in time to Flavian Rome. Pompeii, a thriller about the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, was essentially a blending of Chinatown and any number of disaster movies. As a page- turner, it was predictably gripping; but as a recreation of the 1st century AD it had inevitable limitations. How, after all, was a contemporary genre supposed to offer an authentic vision of a period to which it was profoundly alien? This is a question to which Harris has evidently been giving much thought; and in his new novel, Imperium, he presents us with his solution. The setting, like that of Pompeii, is classical. A century and a half before the eruption of Vesuvius, the Roman world was administered not by an emperor but as a republic. Rival players competed for the fruits of power: the "imperium" of the title. Since Rome was by this stage the undisputed mistress of the Mediterranean, the potential pickings were mouth-watering. As ambitions turned ever more carnivorous, so politics took on an increasingly lurid and epic hue. Two thousand years on, those who emerged from the power struggle still cast a lengthy shadow over the imagination: Pompey, Crassus, Caesar, Cicero. Rich material for any writer - but there is a further reason, I suspect, why Harris has chosen the mid-1st century BC as his setting. It is, by a wide margin, the best documented period in ancient history, with what is, for the classicist, a whole wealth of evidence: orations, memoirs, even personal correspondence. Harris, like an excavator restoring a shattered mosaic, uses material native to the Romans whenever he can, fitting the fragments of real speeches and letters into the patterns of his own reconstruction. The result is an experiment as bold as it is unexpected: a novel that draws so scrupulously on the Roman source material that it forgoes much of what are traditionally regarded as the prime features of the thriller. Although there is detective work, there is no detective; although there are twists and turns, there is rarely any artificial ratcheting up of suspense. Instead, Harris trusts to the rhythm of the republic's politics to generate his trademark readability, a rhythm that the Romans themselves enshrined in their literature as something relentlessly exciting: in short, a thriller. Genres ancient and modern have rarely been so skilfully synthesised. Like I Claudius, a novel that similarly exploited the resources of classical literature, Imperium takes the form of a memoir. Tiro, the shy and bookish slave who writes it, was celebrated in ancient times as the inventor of shorthand: Harris has him transcribing key conversations and speeches with a flawless accuracy, and even, on one occasion, when he is secreted into a conference, serving as a human bug. But that is not the limit of Tiro's value as a literary device, for he was also the slave of the most prolific author in ancient history, the Roman who more than any other reveals himself to us in all his manifold contradictions, his brilliance and his blindness, his ambition and his vulnerability: Marcus Tullius Cicero. Tiro's master, unlike the aristocrats who customarily secured power in the republic, was a parvenu, with no family tradition of imperium to draw upon, and few other resources save for the spell-binding power of his oratory. It was this that made his rise to the consulship, the supreme office in Rome, all the more extraordinary; and it is the story of this rise that Harris uses to structure his narrative. Cicero, who was as vain as he was insecure, would have been delighted by the result. Once, in a letter to a friend, he anxiously wondered what people would be saying about him in a thousand years' time. To know, more than two millennia after his death, that he is the hero of such a gripping and accomplished novel must be giving his shade the most exquisite delight. You silver-tongued devil. It is a recklessly foolish or a colossally self-confident writer who is more than 100 pages into the first book of a trilogy when he puts these sighing words into his narrator's mouth: 'I sense that I am dawdling in this narrative, having already reached my eighth roll of Hieratica, and need to speed up a little, else either I shall die on the job, or you will be worn out reading.' Since Robert Harris is no idiot, we must assume that this is the self- confidence of a writer who has already produced four bestselling novels and can be certain that his talent, allied to a massive marketing budget, guarantees that this will be a banker, too. If you want a historian's vivid account of the late Roman republic, there is Tom Holland's superb Rubicon, a history book with the pace, grace, wit and verve of the most compelling novel. If you like history dressed as fiction, then you will find much to enjoy from Harris. Rome was 'a city of glory built on a river of filth'. Pursuing its glories and navigating its filth is Marcus Cicero, the idealistic, cynical, proud, insecure, principled, trimming, cowardly, courageous parvenu from the provinces who overcomes his stutter to become 'the most famous voice in the world'. Cicero is not a charismatic military and sexual conqueror like Julius Caesar. He is a prudish, workaholic, insomniac, nervy lawyer who is too squeamish to attend the gore-splattered games. There is little sex and no battle scenes. What Cicero does offer the novelist is the opportunity to explore the tensions and contradictions of a politician who is an outsider-insider, a 'new man' without noble lineage or great fortune, who battles the aristocrats of Rome and simultaneously yearns to become one of them. This is not a thriller, but Harris deploys the devices of the thriller writer to trace the perils and triumphs of Cicero's ascent. The most gripping section of the narrative employs the reliable race-against-the-sundial formula as Cicero outruns and outwits his enemies to investigate and prosecute Gaius Verres, the murderously corrupt governor of Sicily. Crushing Verres in the extortion court, Cicero, by Roman tradition, acquires his defeated opponent's praetorian rank. Harris has evidently ingested a vast amount of material about the late Roman republic. When he takes us inside the Senate for a dramatic confrontation, when he depicts the crucifixion of the rebel slaves along the Appian Way, when he describes the spectacles and smells of Rome, the reader can believe that it might well have been like that. There are plausible portraits of Pompey, the megalomaniac general who fancies himself the reincarnation of Alexander; of the plutocratic Crassus; of the unbending Cato; of the psychopathic Catiline; of Caesar, a devious dandy at this stage of his career; and of the other competitors for supreme power, the Imperium of the title. Harris's evident ambition is that this novel will be seen as something grander than fictionalised biography. He wanted to write a book about universal politics. It is with acuity that he describes the cunning and charm that goes into the successful working of a crowd, the all-night terrors of preparing for a crucial speech, how men of power do their deals. That makes it the more disappointing that trite aphorisms about politics are plonked into the text. He has the most spellbinding orator of the Roman world uttering such leaden observations as: 'The first rule of politics: never forget a face.' From a writer of the calibre of Harris, I was hoping for more profundity than: 'The quickest way to get ahead in politics is to get yourself close to the man at the top.' That's not even always correct. It is arguable that the career of his very good friend, Peter Mandelson illustrates the opposite can be true. You can be too close 'to the man at the top'. Tiro, the confidential secretary who is the sometimes weary voice of the novel, prays the reader's 'forgiveness in advance for all my errors and infelicities of style'. There are a few. Harris is an easy read, but he might have sweated over the prose just a little harder. Cicero is 'flushed pink', gives 'a thin smile' and then is 'swallowing hard'. Dreams are 'dashed'. He has 'fresh tears shining on his cheeks'. He delivers a speech 'that brought the house down'. Harris is not the first author to use Rome as a mirror on his own time. He wants the ancient world's superpower to put us in mind of another. References to Cicero as 'the special prosecutor' and 'draft dodger' are among the prompts to compare Rome BC with Washington AD. That parallel is most obviously drawn when pirates torch Ostia, an event which the author interprets as a 9/11 for the outraged Romans. He suggests a likeness with al-Qaeda by having Pompey describe the raiders as 'a new type of ruthless foe, with no government to represent them and treaties to bind them'. With the reluctant assistance of Cicero, the warlord exploits the threat to seize supreme military command over the Mediterranean, a concentration of power in a single pair of hands that the republic had previously resisted. Harris gives a Texan accent to Pompey when he has the general declaring: 'Those who are not with us are against us.' As it turns out, the pirates are nothing like the menace they were made out to be. They are swept from the seas in just seven weeks. This, though, serves to demonstrate the limits of trying to use the ancient past as a nudge-nudge-wink-wink commentary on contemporary events. Islamist terrorism is not being easily defeated. Bush and Blair have been hugely discredited by the failure to find any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. The reverse was the case for Pompey who became even more powerful on the back of his elimination of the pirate threat. Animating this novel is its author's belief that politics is the greatest and most exhilarating game, both noble and squalid, as thrilling as it is treacherous. Ideals are in perpetual contention with ambition. Cicero compromises his principles in exchange for office by cutting a deal with his aristocratic enemies to win election as consul, 'the nearest thing below heaven to immortality'. Hinted at, but beyond the scope of this volume, is the fate of a republic which is mortal. It will be overthrown. Cicero will be murdered. Robert Harris proposes to complete his story over two further books. I look forward to them, but it is a pity that such a stylish and perceptive writer about politics plans to stay in self-imposed exile from the 21st century. Imperium is a finely accomplished recreation of the power struggles of more than two millenniums ago. The riskier, perhaps less bankable, but bolder task would be to try to make sense of the politics of our own age. Imperium. Of all the great figures of the Roman world, none was more fascinating or charismatic than Cicero. Imperium recounts in vivid detail the story of Cicero's quest for glory, competing with some of the most powerful and intimidating figures of his age: Pompey, Caesar, Crassus, and many others. When Tiro, the confidential secretary (and slave) of a Roman senator, opens the door to a terrified stranger on a cold November morning, he sets in motion a chain of events that will eventually propel his master into one of the most suspenseful courtroom dramas in history. The stranger is a Sicilian, a victim of the island's corrupt Roman governor, Verres. The senator is Marcus Cicero -- an ambitious young lawyer and spellbinding orator, who at the age of twenty-seven is determined to attain imperium -- supreme power in the state. Of all the great figures of the Roman world, none was more fascinating or charismatic than Cicero. And Tiro -- the inventor of shorthand and author of numerous books, including a celebrated biography of his master (which was lost in the Dark Ages) -- was always by his side. Compellingly written in Tiro's voice, Imperium is the re-creation of his vanished masterpiece, recounting in vivid detail the story of Cicero's quest for glory, competing with some of the most powerful and intimidating figures of his -- or any other -- age: Pompey, Caesar, Crassus, and the many other powerful Romans who changed history. Robert Harris, the world's master of innovative historical fiction, lures us into a violent, treacherous world of Roman politics at once exotically different from and yet startlingly similar to our own -- a world of Senate intrigue and electoral corruption, special prosecutors and political adventurism -- to describe how one clever, compassionate, devious, vulnerable man fought to reach the top. It had been my intention to describe in detail the trial of Gaius Verres, but now I come to set it down, I see there is no point. After Cicero's tactical masterstroke on that first day, Verres and his advocates resembled nothing so much as the victims of a siege: holed up in their little fortress, surrounded by their enemies, battered day after day by a rain of missiles, and their crumbling walls undermined by tunnels. They had no means of fighting back. Their only hope was somehow to withstand the onslaught for the nine days remaining, and then try to regroup during the lull enforced by Pompey's games. Cicero's objective was equally clear: to obliterate Verres's defenses so completely that by the time he had finished laying out his case, not even the most corrupt senatorial jury in Rome would dare to acquit him. He set about this mission with his usual discipline. The prosecution team would gather before dawn. While Cicero performed his exercises, .